Thus beginneth a night of spam. What? A paper due, you say? Why yes. Yet another Faulkner paper to agonize through. Well, after I run home for dinner, that is. I've already bought chocolate to keep me company.

So-- if I spam meaningless things, please respond by amusing me. :)

Example of said spam::

If my BPAL order doesn't come tomorrow, I am sure to DIE of anticipation! I need my Samhain goodness!

Also, if my Bank of America card doesn't come tomorrow, I am fucked on the second half of my Yule order. Fie!

Reports of voter tampering in Ohio & New Mexico.


Okay, and on a different note, Hi! to all the people that friended me because of my recent politi-rant. I'm not usually that entertaining. Sorry. :P Since I don't have a computer of my own right now and I have limited computer time, I don't really have time to go through all of your journals at the moment. I'll get to know you (and add you eventually) based on interactions we have via comments and the like. I like to mull over my friendslist-- I'm odd like that. :)

Literary citation::

"...the contemporary Southern concept of virginity as necessary in an unmarried woman-- a concept originating, as psychoanalyst Karen Horney has suggested, lies in the male wish to 'ensure some measure of sexual thralldom in a wife-to-be..."

Hahah. ha. haha.


I need a "Thinky McThinksalot" icon.
And a Jesusland one, but I'll just steal Heather's.
And a Billy Loomis one. Hey Heather? Jump on it, wouldya? Or at least have the decency to get your bitch ass in the kitchen and make me some PIE!


I'm cracking up.